the place where I lose my mind about: mostly Wayhaven Chronicles. Occasionally other COGs/HGs, and interactive fiction. sideblog, follows come from @pixelsandkink. twenties, black and bi. adult content sometimes. header by @tuagonia.
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its thursday for me but i’ll do this now regardless
i was tagged by @fru1tb4tz thank youuu
These are all kinda misc and twc. Idk if I’ll pick them up again. Got a shirtless Adam and a Mason just kinda chilling there, a very vague comic of Yaz singing abt Nate and then getting ambushed with a kiss and then the wet pjs scene from the demo with the “Are you laughing at me, agent Sewell?” line.
I DONT REALLY HAVE ANYONE TO TAG TBH I’m only just getting back to posting on here. If u have wips u wanna share tag me I’d love to see them.
here r 2 Things.. a wayhaven summer piece that is literally such a rough first draft that i had to zoom in on it reaaal close aaaand adam and nate being sad and gay. dunno what else yall r expecting from me at this point lmfao
ty @queerbrujas for the tag!! i’ve been getting back in touch with some abandoned wips and here’s something i’m quite proud of still:
All because of…what? Because her French is improving? Because he gently pinched her lips in the right shape to form the ‘oh’ sound in oiseau. Laugh lines forming at the corners of his eyes, the small divots of his dimples in full display, all teeth and breathy chuckles.
“What is water, dear?”
“Correct. Now, attempt that same sound with bird.”
Palm propped under her chin, his thumb and forefinger try in vain to coax her lips into the same shape as his, while he repeats again and again (in between smiles and chest-deep laughs): oiseau.
…I’m having great hopes for The Wayhaven Chronicles game book 3 (¬‿¬)
I don’t have much time to draw lately but here are some kinda old warm ups I finally put colors on !
I cropped the drawings because of some nudity (and well, it’s rather explicit) , but I posted them on my special Twitter account @spicy_jammy ;)
i was tagged by the wonderful @tuagonia for wip wednesday! instead of forcing you all to look at more 90sNate AU, I offer a humble scrap from my lil poly au:
He loves Adam, and the rest of his team. He still loves sunsets. He once loved a woman with skin like copper and a deep, startling laugh who touched his hair like it was hers to own. He still (re)loves pomegranates. He once loved a man with eyes so blue, sapphires should have wept with jealousy, who kissed like the first time every time. He knows how to love.
Nate continues to be unknowable to me, but I’m gonna try!!!
it is almost no longer wednesday here, but if you do see this, please consider yourself tagged, and do tag me!!
notes: when i said maybe ill be posting little microfics that wouldn’t fit anywhere else I meant thats absolutely without a doubt what im doing anyways i have writers block so here’s this
He’s in the front seat of her car. The sun, diminished where it sinks beyond the miles of bright and bursting green, casts just enough golden light for them to glow. Mason’s thumb strokes back and forth over the nape of her neck and while he’d rather they be riding in silence, there’s something to the way her lips look mouthing along to the song playing through her tinny radio.
“Do you think it’s worth it to get my wisdom teeth removed if I’m going to be a vampire at some point?” she asks, suddenly. Mason huffs a short laugh from his nose.
“Probably not,” he responds, instead of questioning her priorities.
“Cool.” Lane picks the slushee up out of the cup holder and takes a loud sip. The quietude that’s blanketed Wayhaven in the last few weeks has allowed for long drives to nowhere, enlightening trips to private nooks (with picnic chairs and decks of cards and maps still marking them as Lane’s spots) and more than a few conversations about the future. Mason stills and flattens his palm against her warm skin. It’s no small thing that he thrills at discussions of a future with her.
“Do you think you’ll still love me in nine hundred years?” she asks, tongue blue. It’s not much of a question.
Mason leans across the console to kiss her shoulder, once, twice.
“Yeah. I do,” he says.
Lane smiles around her straw. “Cool,” she says. “Me too.”